Health

That's my number for getting some blood work done (not to be confused with wetwork, which I do on my off hours. My assassin name is 'The Koala' because I'm so cute and furry). They just called 54, so I shouldn't have to wait too long.

These numbers make me think I am in some sort of twisted bakery where I have to give them blood to get a cookie. I hope they give me a cookie, but I bet they won't.

The Pepsi Spice Project is the blog of someone who purports to drinking nothing but Pepsi Holiday Spice for 45 days. I say 'purports' because something tells me this is a hoax, however, I'll tell you what isn't a hoax. I want some Pepsi! But, I won't have any because I must remain strong and ever vigilant.

All this talk of dressing more like a geek made me go check out Thinkgeek, a repository of all sorts of cool little toys, gizmos, and geek accessories.

This t-shirt is something I have been thinking about buying, but I don't really wear t-shirts all that often. However, the second phase of 'Project Healthier Scott' (Phase one being the Great Pepsi Ban of '04) is going to the gym and working out (ug) at least thrice a week, and who works out in a button down shirt?

More details on the Second Phase as they become clearer to me, but no doubt I won't enjoy them... but I will be blogging them.

Recently my department had an all staff meeting. Usually at all of our meetings and events there is nothing but Coke far and wide. I often inquired if I could get a little Pepsi and I was told no, Coke is the way to go.

I gradually accepted this slight, and moved on with my life.

Then, I decided I would stop drinking Pepsi, and lo and hold the Pepsi was aflowin' at our recent meeting.

Ever get the feeling that the world is conspiring against you?

UPDATE: I must be strong. I have the Pepsiwebsite open below this window, and one of the 'features' of the website is the sound of a can of Pepsi being opened and then poured into a glass with ice (I am not a fan of ice with my soda). One of the best sounds in life. Folks, it is the little things.

Those who know me, or those who have seen any pictures of me, know that I am what you would call a 'fat guy' (you probably wouldn't call me that to my face, unless you were very rude, but you get my point). In college some of my friends called me 'jolly,' my mother called me 'husky' when I was a kid, and most people of the opposite sex (who have met me) think of me as either the 'funny guy,' or the 'oddly quiet guy who is creeping me out a little bit with his constant staring and labored breathing (an impression usually gained after I have walked up a few flights of stairs).'

Anyway, my point is I need to shed some pounds. This isn't some sort of recent revelation, nor is it doctor's orders; it is something I have been thinking about for a long time and I have thought about it long enough. I have a tendency to think and think about things but never actually act on them, so in order to kick start a healthier new me I thought I would write about it on Blankbaby, for everyone to read about.

The first step towards a healthy new Scott? Stopping all intake of Pepsi, effective immediately.

People who know me well, or in passing, know I love Pepsi more than any man should love a carbonated liquid, and might be shocked to learn that I am willing to give it up. A few years ago I tried drinking less Pepsi, but that didn't work out. Then I tried drinking Pepsi only when I ate out, but that didn't last long. The one time I tried to stop drinking Pepsi cold turkey I did it for about 7 months, and I felt much better. At month 7 I thought, 'Hey, I can have some sweet, sweet Pepsi again.'

And I did; I haven't stopped drinking it since, until that is today.

It is true that Pepsi alone isn't responsible for my girth, but it certainly doesn't help. I am sure I get a large part of my 'empty calories' from Pepsi.

Therefore, I am off the Pepsi! If you see me drinking Pepsi I give you the right to smack me in the face as hard as you can followed by the phrase, 'That, sir, was for your own good.'

Everything on this blog is Scott's opinion, and his opinion alone. It in no way reflects the opinions of his employers, friends, concerned passers-by, or anyone else for that matter. But you're smart, you knew that already.